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NURSERY  RHYMES. 


Old  Boniface,  he  loved  good  cheer, 
And  took  his  glass  of  Burton ; 

And  when  the  nights  grew  very  hot, 
He  slept  without  his  shirt  on. 
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HOTTKS   OF   SLEEP. 

Nature  requires  five, 
Custom  gives  seven, 

Laziness  takes  nine, 
And  wickedness  eleven. 


Pillycock,  Pillycock,  sat  on  a  hill ; 
If  he's  not  gone,  he  sits  there  still 


Pretty  maid,  pretty  maid, 

Where  have  you  been  ? 
Gathering  a  posie  to  give  to  the  queen. 

Pretty  maid,  pretty  maid, 

What  gave  she  you  ? 
She  gave  me  a  diamond  as  big  as  my 
shoe ! 


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THE    BALLOON. 

The  balloon !  the  balloon,  the  balloon, 
They'll  send  it  up  at  noon, 
And  it  never  II  come  down  till  it  reaches 
the  moon. 


THE   CHURCH   BELLS. 

The  bells  ringing  up  in  the  tower, 
Are  sending  a  sound  to  the  heart, 

There's  a  charm  in  the  old  church  bells, 
Which  nothing  in  life  can  impart. 


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There  was  a  rat  lived  in  the  wood, 

And  she'd  a  lot  of  young  ones, 
None  of  them  turned  out  very  good, 

They  ate  up  all  my  onions. 
I  brought  my  babe  to  see  this  rat, 

She  looked  so  plaguey  cunning ; 
But  I  with  her  could  have  no  chat, 

She  said  she  must  be  running. 
If  I  should  catch  you,  Mistress  Eat, 

Around  my  house,  or  in  it, 
I'll  let  you  know  I  keep  a  cat 

Will  munch  vou  in  a  minute. 


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Little  Tom  Tucker 
Sings  for  his  supper ; 
Wliat  shall  he  eat  ? 
White  bread  and  butter. 
How  shall  he  cut  it 
Without  e'er  a  knife  ? 
How  will  he  be  married 
Without  e'er  a  wife  ? 


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THE   COOPER   OF  FIFE. 
There  was  a  cooper  who  lived  in  Fife, 

JNTickity,  nackity,  noo,  noo,  noo. 
And  he  has  gotten  a,  genteel  wife, 

Hey  Willie  Wallacky,  how  John  Dou- 

gall, 
Alane  quo  rushety,  roue,  roue,  roue. 


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She  wadna  bake,  she  wadna  brew, 
Mckity,  nackity,  noo,  noo,  noo. 

For  the  spoiling  of  her  comely  hue, 
Hey  Willie  Wallacky,  how  John  Dou- 

gall, 
Alane  quo  rushety,  roue,  roue,  roue. 


Dance,  little  baby,  dance  up  high, 
Never  mind,  baby,  mother  is  by ; 
Crow  and  caper,  caper  and  crow, 
There,  little  baby,  there  you  go ; 
Up  to  the  ceiling,  down  to  the  ground, 
Backwards    and    forwards,    round    and 

round ; 
Dance,  little  baby,  and  mother  will  sing, 
With  the  merry  coral,  ding,  ding,  ding. 


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THE  MERMAID. 

What  fairy-like  music  steals  over  the  sea, 

Entrancing  the  senses  with  charm'd 
melody  ? 

'Tis  the  voice  of  the  mermaid  that  floats 
o'er  the  main, 

As  she  mingles  her  song  with  the  gon- 
dolier's strain. 


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SIMPLE   SIMON. 

Simple  Simon  met  a  pieman, 

Going  to  the  fair; 
Says  Simple  Simon  to  the  pieman, 

Let  me  taste  your  ware. 
Says  the  pieman  to  Simple  Simon, 

Show  me  first  your  penny. 
Says  Simple  Simon  to  the  pieman, 

Indeed,  I  have  not  any. 
Simple  Simon  went  to  look 

If  plums  grew  on  a  thistle ; 
He  prick' d  his  fingers  very  much, 

Which  made  poor  Simon  whistle. 


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See  Charles,  James,  and  Edward, 
Are  here  at  their  play, 

They  cannot  go  out, 
On  a  rainy  day. 

Neddy,  his  barrow, 

To  market  is  taking ; 
While  Charles  on  his  horse, 

For  the  country  is  making, 


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Jemmy,  his  wind  mill 
Has  broken  this  day, 

For  the  wheel,  it  came  off, 
While  he  was  at  play. 


Who  is  that  I  heard  call  ? 
Little  Sam  in  the  hall. 
What  does  he  do  there  ? 
He  ask'd  for  some  fruit. 
For  some  fruit  did  he  ask  ? 
Can  he  yet  read  his  book  ? 
He  can't  read  it  yet. 
Then  he  shan't  have  a  bit : 
But,  pray  give  him  a  bite 
When  he  says  his  task  right ; 
And  till  that  is  well  done, 
Take  care  that  he  has  none. 


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THE   TOT   SHOP. 

Here's  toys  in  plenty ;  look,  my  dear, 
Here  is  a  bird  with  squeak  so  clear ; 
There  is  a  dolly  you  can  dance, 
There  a  stick  horse  to  jump  and  prance. 

There's  Mr.  Punch,  with  face  so  funny, 
And  a  box  of  building  blocks  for  sonny ; 
Among  so  many  'tis  hard  to  choose, 
But  to  buy  a  plaything,  we  won't  refuse. 


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HARVEST   HOME. 

We  are  having  a  dance, 
On  the  village  green ; 

The  old  blind  fiddler 
There  is  seen. 

'Tis  thus  we  dance, 
'Tis  thus  we  play ; 

After  the  harvest, 
On  a  clear  day. 
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We  look  for  the  time, 
As  the  summer  goes  by, 

When  we  can  dance 
'Neath  the  autumn  sky. 


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Little  Peter  Pray, 
His  lesson  must  say ; 
Then  he  can  go  away, 
To  run,  jump,  and  play. 


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My  bunny,  my  bunny, 
With  your  large,  soft  eye, 

To  look  at  me, 
I  believe  you  try. 

My  bunny's  a  pet, 

And  gives  himself  airs  ; 
But  run  along  bunny, 

No  body  cares. 


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Thomas  A.  Didymus  had  a  black  beard, 
Kissed  Nancy  Fitchet,   and   made   her 
afeard. 


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0  rare  Harry  Parry, 

When  will  you  marry  ? 
When  apples  and  pears  are  ripe. 

I'll  come  to  the  wedding, 

Without  any  bidding, 
And  dance  with  your  bride  all  night. 


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A  good  child,  a  good  child, 

As  I  suppose  you  be, 
Never  laughed  nor  smiled 

At  the  tickling  of  your  knee. 


Little  Miss,  pretty  Miss, 
Blessings  rest  upon  you ; 

If  I  had  half  a  crown 
I'd  spend  it  all  upon  you. 


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One  a  penny,  two  a  penny,  hot  cross- 
buns  ; 

If  your  daughters  do  not  like  them,  give 
them  to  your  sons ; 

But  if  you  should  have  none  of  these 
pretty  little  elves, 

You  cannot  do  better  than  to  eat  them 
yourselves. 


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Bye,  0  my  baby, 

When  I  was  a  lady, 
0  then  my  poor  baby  didn't  cry! 

But  my  baby  is  weeping, 

For  want  of  good  keeping, 
0,  I  fear  my  poor  baby  will  die. 


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If  a  man  who  turnips  cries, 
Cries  not  when  his  father  dies, 
It  is  a  proof  that  he  would  rather 
Have  a  turnip  than  his  father. 


GAME   RHYME. 

Trip  and  go,  heave  and  hoe, 
Up  and  down,  to  and  fro ; 
From  the  town  to  the  grove, 
Two  and  two  let  us  rove, 
A  Maying,  a  playing ; 
Love  hath  no  gainsaying ; 
So  merrily  trip  and  go, 
Merrily  trip  and  go ! 


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I  will  sing  you  a  song 
Of  the  days  that  are  long, 
Of  the  woodcock  and  the  sparrow, 
Of  the  little  dog  that  burnt  his  tail, 
And  she  shall  be  whipt  to-morrow. 


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THE   PIGEON'S   SONG. 

Curr  dhoo !  curr  dhoo ! 
Love  me  and  I'll  love  you ! 


0  that  I  was  where  I  would  be, 
Then  would  I  be  where  I  am  not 
But  where  I  am  I  must  be, 
And  where  I  would  be  I  cannot. 


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Go  to  bed  first,  a  golden  purse ; 

Go  to  bed  second,  a  golden  pheasant ; 

Go  to  bed  third,  a  golden  bird ! 


There  was  an  old  man  in  a  velvet  coat, 
He  kiss'd  a  maid  and  gave  her  a  groat ; 
The  groat  was  crack' d  and  would  not  go. 
Ah,  old  man,  do  you  serve  me  so  ? 


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There  was  a  lady  all  skin  and  bone, 
Sure  such  a  lady  was  never  known : 
This  lady  went  to  church  one  day, 
She  went  to  church  all  for  to  pray. 

And  when  she  came  to  the  church  stile, 
She  sat  down  to  rest  a  little  while : 


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When  she  came  to  the  church  yard, 
There  the  bells  so  loud  she  heard. 

When  she  came  to  the  church  door, 
She  stopp'd  to  rest  a  little  more : 
When  she  came  the  church  within, 
The  parson  pray'd  'gainst  pride  and  sin. 

On  looking  up,  on  looking  down, 
She  saw  a  dead  man  on  the  ground  : 
And  from  his  nose  unto  his  chin, 
The    worms    crawl'd    out,    the    worms 
crawl'd  in. 

Then  she  unto  the  parson  said, 
Shall  I  be  so  when  I  am  dead  ? 
Oh,  yes !  oh,  yes !  the  parson  said, 
You  will  be  so  when  you  are  dead. 


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Elizabeth,  Elspeth,  Betsy,  and  Bess, 
They  all  went  together  to  seek  a  bird's 

nest. 
They  found  a  bird's  nest,  with  five  eggs  in, 
They  all  took  one,  and  left  four  in. 


Harry,  good  boy,  went  to  school, 
And  ever  since  has  made  a  rule 
To  please  mamma,  and  hopes,  he  says, 
To  make  her  happy  all  his  days. 


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Oh,  who  is  so  merry,  so  merry,  heigh  ho ! 

As  the  light-hearted  fairy  ?  heigh  ho ! 
He  dances  and  sings 
To  the  sound  of  his  wings, 

With  a  hey,  and  a  heigh,  and  a  ho ! 

Oh,  who  is  so  merry,  so  airy,  heigh  ho! 
As  the  light-headed  fairy  ?  heigh  ho ! 


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His  nectar  he  sips 
From  the  primrose's  lips, 
With  a  hey,  and  a  heigh,  and  a  ho ! 

Oh,  who  is  so  merry,  so  merry,  heigh  ho 
As  the  light-footed  fairy  ?  heigh  ho ! 
His  night  is  the  noon, 
And  his  sun  is  the  moon, 
With  a  hey,  and  a  heigh,  and  a  ho ! 


Little  Miss  Muffett, 

She  sat  on  a  tuffet, 

Eating  of  curds  and  whey ; 

There  came  a  great  spider, 

Who  sat  down  beside  her, 

And  frighten'd  Miss  Muffett  away. 
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One  night,  as  on  deck,  little  Billy  did 

play, 
There  came  a  big  wave  and  took  him 
away. 
His  dog  Bobby,  did  hear  him  cry, 
And  to  his  aid  quickly  did  fly, 
With  a  spring  and  a  leap,  he  into  the 

wave, 
And  thus  did  he  this  little  boy  save ; 


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And  after,  when  through  life  they  did 

jog, 
Billy  ever  cries,   "Love  me,  love  my 

dog." 


If  wishes  were  horses, 

Beggars  would  ride ; 
If  turnips  were  watches, 

I  would  wear  one  by  my  side. 


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Jog  on,  jog  on,  the  footpath  way, 
And  merrily  jump  the  stile,  boys, 

A  meriy  heart  goes  all  the  day, 
Tour  sad  one  tires  in  a  mile,  boys. 


Hogs  in  the  garden,  catch  'em  Towzer. 
Cows  in  the  corn  field,  run  boys,  run. 
Cats  in  the  cream  pot,  run  girls,  run. 
Fire  on  the  mountains,  run  boys,  run. 
Lion  in  the  woods,  run  girls,  run. 
Don't  you  hear  him  ?  run  boys,  run. 
He  will  catch  you,  run  girls,  run. 
Hurrah,  boys !  here's  lots  of  fun. 


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Amo,  amas,  I  love  a  lass, 
As  a  cedar  tall  and  slender ; 

Sweet    cowslips    grace   her   nominative 
case, 
And  she's  of  the  feminine  gender. 


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As  Jenny  was  going  to  market  with  milk, 
In  hopes  to  buy  her  a  gown  of  silk, 
The  milk  pail  fell,  the  milk  ran  away, 
And  she  lost  all  her  hopes  of  a  gown 
that  day. 


The  rose  is  red,  the  violet  blue, 
The  gillyflower  sweet — and  so  are  you. 
These  are  the  words  you  bade  me  say 
For  a  pair  of  new  gloves  on  Easter  day. 


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John,  come  sell  thy  fiddle, 
And  buy  thy  wife  a  gown. 

No,  Tom,  I  won't  sell  my  fiddle. 
For  ne'er  a  wife  in  town. 


There  was  a  horse  going  to  the  mill, 
When  he  went  on,  he  stood  not  still. 


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There  was  an  old  man  who  lived  in  Middle 

Row, 
He  had  five  hens,  and  a  name  for  them,  0 ! 

Bill,  and  JNTed,  and  Battock, 

Cut-her-foot,  and  Pattock, 

Chuck,  my  lady  Prattock, 

Go  to  your  nest  and  lay ! 


Rumpty-iddity,  row,  row,  row, 

If  I  had  a  good  supper,  I  could  eat  it  now. 


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A  little  old  man  of  Derby, 

How  do  you  think  he  served  me  ? 
He  took  away  my  bread  and  cheese, 

And  that  is  how  he  served  me. 


Little  Polly  Flinders 

Sate  among  the  cinders, 
Warming  her  pretty  little  toes ; 

Her  mother  came  and  caught  her 

And  whipp'd  her  little  daughter 
For  spoiling  her  nice  new  clothes. 


THE   OHEISTMAS   DANCE. 

Dance,  my  children,  dance  and  play, 
Dance,  be  merry,  'tis  Christmas  day. 
Dance,  my  children,  and  sing  so  clear, 
For  Christmas  comes  but  once  a  yeas. 


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Grandmas  and  aunts  are  assembled  to 

see 
You  dance ;  so  dance,  my  children,  with 

glee. 
The  clock  has  struck,  we  soon  must  go, 
So,  to  finish  dancing,  don't  be  slow. 


Hinicum,  Pinicum, 

Which  is  the  way  to  Tinicum  ? 

Over  the  ferry,  and  over  the  dry  land, 

That  is  the  way  to  Tinicum  island. 


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Boys  and  girls,  come  out  to  play, 
The  moon  doth  shine  as  bright  as  day, 
Leave  your  supper,  and  leave  your  sleep, 
And  meet  your  play-fellows  in  the  street ; 
Come  with  a  whoop,  and  come  with  a  call, 
And  come  with  a  good  will,  or  not  at  all. 
Up  the  ladder  and  down  the  wall, 
A  halfpenny  roll  will  serve  us  all. 
Tou  find  milk  and  Til  find  flour, 
And  we'll  have  pudding  in  half  an  hour. 


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Oh,  bless  me !  Mary,  how  is  this  ? 
Tour  face  is  very  dirty,  Miss ; 
I  don't  expect  such  hands  to  see 
When  you  come  in  to  dine  with  me. 
Make  it  your  habit  to  be  clean, 
No  matter  then  by  whom  you're  seen, 


Harem  scarem  !  diddle  ding  day, 
Here's  a  rumpus — what's  to  pay  ? 


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.Richard  Coeur  de  Lion, 
"Was  a  very  valiant  knight ; 

But  with  Richard  Coeur  de  Lion, 
Alas !  might  was  right. 


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Dance,  boatmen,  dance, 
We  dance  all  night, 
Till  the  broad  daylight, 
And  go  home  with  the  girls  in  the  morn- 
ing. 


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Stop  that  wolf, 
She's  got  a  lamb ; 
Beat  her !  bang  her, 
George  and  Sam. 

What  shall  we  do, 
For  meat  to-day, 
If  our  lamb 
Is  carried  away. 


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When  the  snake  with  rattle, 
Comes  out  to  give  battle, 
Don't  try  him  with  a  kick, 
But  mash  his  head  with  a  stick. 


"Willy  boy,   Willy   boy,   where    are   you 
going  ? 
I'll  go  with  you,  if  I  may. 
I'm  going  to  the  meadow,  to  see  them 
mowing:, 
I'm  going  to  help  them  make  hay. 


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Hey,  my  kitten,  my  kitten, 
And  hey,  my  kitten,  my  deary, 

Such  a  sweet  pet  as  this 
Was  neither  far  nor  neary. 


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Here  we  go  up,  up,  up, 

And  here  we  go  down,  down,  downy; 
Here  we  go  backwards  and  forwards, 

And  here  we  go  round  and  roundy. 


Out  on  the  pavement, 

Betty  is  seen ; 
Slopping  and  mopping, 

Till  all  is  clean. 


Birds  of  a  feather  flock  together, 
And  so  will  pigs  and  swine ; 

Eats  and  mice  will  have  their  choice, 
And  so  will  I  have  mine. 


Brave  General  Green,  when  only  sixteen, 
Did  work  in  a  blacksmith's  shop ; 

At  a  later,  day,  with  his  warrior  play, 
He  made  the  red  British  hop. 


In  the  month  of  sweet  April, 
When  leaves  begin  to  spring, 
Lambs  do  skip  like  fairies, 
Birds  do  couple,  build,  and  sing. 


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My  brave  old  Towler, 

You're  a  better  dog  than  Jowler, 

He  killed  neighbor  Job  son's  sheep, 

While  neighbor  Jobson  was  asleep ; 

JBut  you  caught  the  house  robber  fast  by 

the  les\ 
Aijd  made  the  villain  for  mercy  beg. 


Tom  Bowling  is  a  sailor  bold, 
Who  serves  before  the  mast, 

He  loves  his  backy  pipe  to  hold, 
And  puff  the  smoky  blast. 


Whenever  the  moon  begins  to  peep, 
Little  boys  should  be  asleep ; 
The  great  big  sun  shines  all  the  day, 
That  little  boys  can  see  to  play. 


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As  the  Grand  Mogul  was  smoking  his 

pipe  one  day, 
His  wife  came  behind  him,  and  snatch' d 

it  away. 
Te  husbands,  all !  when  your  pipes  you 

smoke, 
Beware  of  Mrs.  Grand  Mogul's  joke. 


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King  Philip  was  a  warrior  bold, 
Whose  deeds  are  writ  in  records  old ; 
He  through  New  England's  woods  did 

roam, 
And  sorrow  brought  to  many  a  home. 


There  was  a  lackey  ran  a  race, 
When  he  ran  fast,  he  ran  apace. 


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Old  father  Moggridge  is  riding  to  mill, 
Through  the  thick  bushes,  and  over  the 
hill. 


Snail,  snail,  put  out  your  horns, 
I'll  give  you  bread  and  barleycorns. 


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0  Sandy  is  a  brave  lad, 
And  Sandy  is  a  fine, 

And  Sandy  is  a  bonny  lad, 
And  best  of  all,  he's  mine. 


Birds  of  a  feather  flock  together, 
And  so  will  pigs  and  swine ; 

Eats  and  mice  will  have  their  choice. 
And  so  will  I  have  mine. 


